Fuck him.
Vellary strides into her room and slams the door shut.
Fuck him and his umbrella!
She peels off her hoodie and hurls it across the room. It hits the shelf, knocking a few books to the floor, but Vellary doesn't care.
'Let me take you home.'
"Argh!"
She removes the rest of her clothes and rummages through her drawer for a towel and a set of pyjamas. She wraps the towel around her and heads to the bathroom to take a long, hot shower.
50 minutes later, and Vellery, boiled to the bone, returns to her room. She jumps onto her bed and faceplants into her pillow.
"I hate this," she mumbles, voice muffled.
To think he had the audacity to lend her his umbrella and offer to walk her home as if he didn't ruin her life.
"I wish he knew how it feels to be like this."
She turns to her side and leans her cheek against her arm, the sleeve of her jumper soft against her skin. The tree branches sway gently outside the window, its leaves sparkling from the raindrops resting on top of them.
If he put himself in my shoes...
An orange leaf, one close to the window, bows, a raindrop trailing towards its tip.
Went throughwhatI went through...
Vellary blinks sluggishly, her eyes losing focus of the bouncy movements of the leaf.
Would he still have the courage to look me in the face then...?
Her eyes close, her breath evening as she falls into an endless deep slumber, unaware of the falling raindrop that freezes, along with everything else around it, in time.
The world around her is shifting, but to Vellary, it's peaceful and silent.
♡
Vellary stirs, the fabric underneath her body smooth and silky. It rubs against the bare skin of her chest, glides so effortlessly between her fingers, she can't help but let out a deep groan.
She stiffens. What was that?
She perks her ears to get a closer listen.
From the chirpy twitters of birds calling out to each other outside her window to the consistent ticking of a clock echoing throughout the room, there's nothing--no one--out of the ordinary.
Did I imagine it?
She rubs her cheek against her pillow, the satiny feel of its fabric cooling against her skin--
Hmm?
She pushes her face further into the pillowcase. Her body becomes rigid as realisation hits her.
When did I ever sleep on satin pillows?
Her eyes fling open, and the first thing they see is a painting of a blossom tree hung up on a grey wall.
What the hell?
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She springs up, the sheets falling onto her lap as she scans the room bewilderly for any sense of familiarity.
Grey walls decorated with paintings of blossoms trees.
A wide picture window hidden by the cream curtains in front of it.
A wooden bookshelf paired with a cream armchair.
Two closed doors by each other's side, one slightly ajar.
But nothing.
There's nothing in this room that feels familiar to her, naturally, because it isn't hers.
Vellary's heart drops. Did I get kidnapped?
She glances down at her hands for any signs of rope or chain before doubletaking.
She raises them, shaky hands that obviously belong to a male, their fingers long, knuckles bruised. What isthis? Why are my hands like this?
Her eyes travel down her arms, her breath quickening at the sight of her bare chest--the chest of a man.
She screams, her eyes widening at the sudden gruffness of her voice.
"What the hell!" She jumps out of bed, wrapping a hand around her throat. Did that come from me?
No...no! This has to be a dream.
She smacks herself across the face. "Ow!"
A dream where I can feel pain...?
She pinches her arm, making sure the nails dig into the skin. "Oww, you motherfucker!"
She rubs her pinched area, glancing down at her body, and is suddenly aware--truly aware--of her appearance, wearing nothing but sweatpants, bare muscles out on display.
Her bottom lip quivers. "I'm a man!" She cries out. "Why am I a man?!"
She pulls at her hair, dark brown strands falling over her eyes in process. She pauses before gasping in horror. "My hair! My lovely hair!"
Vellary lets out an ear piercing scream, the tone of her voice briefly losing its gruffness. She coughs. What a shitty dream--
The door slams open.
Vellary jumps in fright, her head snapping to the entrance. A dark haired woman she's never seen before glares daggers at her.
"What do you think you're doing!" she yells, the anger in her voice straightening Vellary's spine. "Answer me!"
She pales, an obvious comparison compared to the woman's reddening face. "I...I wasn't--"
"You better get your ass ready for breakfast, Hugo, or I swear I'll beat it so hard you'll wish you stayed at your father's!"
The woman leaves, leaving a trembling Vellary standing there. What the hell's going on?
She gazes down at her hands perplexedly. This dream--nightmare--is something she's never experienced before, and Vellary's had a few questionable dreams in the past.
Who was that woman and why did she--
Vellary stiffens. Wait.
Her eyes snap to the door where the woman was. Did she just say Hugo?
No no no no.
She rushes to the two doors, opening the closed one.
It's a walk-in closet.
No, I'm absolutely not having this.
She shoves the other wide open with a pounding heart.
A bathroom.
I refuse to believe I'm dreaming about him.
But life sometimes has a mind of its own because when Vellary enters that bathroom, when she looks in that mirror, it's not her face staring back at her.
She screams, and although on the inside it's Vellary doing it, the one screaming back at her is Hugo, petrified to the bone.343Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv6Jh51RGYn
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
The story officially starts here! I hope you've enjoyed it so far because I know Vellary hasn't lol. Like to cheer her up!
